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feat. Rich Homie Quan |
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[Hook: Ca$h Out] (x2) |
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I get money, 50 hundreds |
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Diamonds *******nin', now you want me |
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I'm cookin' onions |
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I'm cookin' it up (x3) |
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I'm cookin' it up (x3) |
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[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] |
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I'm cookin' it up, Rich Homie Quan gettin' money |
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Promoters keep bookin' me up |
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Can't remember last time I was off on a sunday |
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They on YouTube lookin' me up, tell VMI keep the checks comin' |
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Now a young ***** livin' it up, I remember I didn't have nothin' |
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Me just goin' crazy, ***** gettin' lazy, still in the kitchen whippin' it up |
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Talkin' bout feelings, Rich Homie don't give a ***** |
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Walk around, pants saggin' with that pistol tucked |
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That's your girl? Come and get her 'fore I woof woof, Mystikal |
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Diamonds, they crystal clear, ridin' in these brand new cars |
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Flyin' in that private Lear, straight from the [?] |
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I'm gon' say how it feel, cash out if I want it |
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***** a record deal, Ca$h Out, what you told 'em? |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Ca$h Out] |
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Catch me on a beach, lookin' like a ki |
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Smellin' like a ki, I know you watchin' me |
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She like "Put your **** in me", I'm gettin' broccoli |
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Choppin' the bricks like a rooster |
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You step on the bricks, I got 'Licia Keys |
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We servin', we servin', we servin' |
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I get yo' girlfriend, you know that she twerkin' |
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She got that sloppy toppy, we call it Slurpee |
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I feel like 2Pac, everywhere I go, I'm *******rtless, hah-hah |
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Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up |
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Google me, Google me, look me up |
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******* tryna figure out my net worth |
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I'm tryna figure out how that neck work |
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[Hook] |
